(Source: galeismineandiamhis, via thechocolatebrigade)
Sometimes We Sing.
But sometimes we just eat crayons.
do you ever just want to grab someone in one of your classes
and pull their face close and whisper
“I am ten times smarter than you will ever be, your opinions are both ill-informed and unoriginal, the career path you are headed on is so overdosed with barely competent imbeciles like you that you will be incapable of finding a job, and incidentally your shoes are clashing with your outfit in a way that cannot even be called deliberately bad. so shut. the. fuck. up.”
I can think of a few people.
(via drfaggot-)
(Source: cheshire-smiling-cat)
Sheared Alpacas
(via thechocolatebrigade)
“Are you anybody else’s missing piece?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?”
“I can be someone’s and still my own.”— Shel Silverstein, The Missing Piece
(Source: leslieleslie, via thehipsterkids)
Oh Lawdy.
(Source: itslatingirl, via cherryblossom790)
I wanted to be this when I grew up. I even went to the premier, met her, got that necklace (that everyone asked if it was a dog-collar), and wore it every effing day of 6th grade. That is all.
(Source: chokehold, via endinflames)
(Source: lastofthetimeladies, via thechocolatebrigade)
Oh, we are low.
This will be me and my boyfriend.
